Yarrow collected a fresh cup of tea and returned to the interview room.
‘Sorry about that, but it was a rather urgent matter.’ Which of course it wasn’t.
Peter Faraday rather pointedly looked at his watch before picking up the sheaf of papers. ‘If it’s all right, Inspector, may I continue?’
‘Please do,’
Miriam thought that she had successfully driven Selena away. How could Timothy possibly have anything to do with that n****r w***e again? She never called Selena by her name, just ‘n****r w***e,’ that ‘n****r w***e’. You would never ever have guessed she was coloured, had a black man as her father, she was so white. Pure white. Lovely girl, and if she made Timothy happy I would gladly have let them be together. But Miriam would never have allowed it. Never in a million years. I was sad
